Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Mystic/Mistik


We left the Cape and began our journey toward home.  We knew it was time to go because it was starting to get COLD!   We are Californians-turned-Floridians with no cold weather gear whatsoever, and currently no intention of getting any.  We don't ski.

We drove to Mystic, Connecticut, intending to spend one night, then drive past the New York City metropolitan area the next day.  Before pulling out of the campground the next morning, we pulled up to the office for get our motor home propane tank filled.  All went well with the filling process until the attendant tried to disconnect the hose.  The hose would not disconnect and we were stuck - tethered, actually - to the big campground propane tank, stuck in front of the camp office.  What to do?

The office manager called a local LPG repair company, who said they would send out a repairman, but it would be at least an hour until he arrived.  Eventually he came, and disconnected us, but by this time it was 12:00 noon on Friday . . .  not a good time to start driving past New York City in a motorhome, towing a car, on unfamiliar freeways.  Remember that Garmin sometimes makes mistakes.

We decided to stay at the campground for another night, especially since the campground gave us the night for free because of the gas line problem.

Once we were back onto a campsite and hooked up again, we decided to explore the area.  The Old Mistik Village was nearby, so we went to investigate.  The Village is a collection of shops and services catering to tourists, and is built like an old fishing village.  It is almost exactly like Seaport Village in downtown San Diego.  In fact, Old Mistik Village was the model for the San Diego Seaport Village, if I remember correctly.  We walked around, bought some overpriced (but quite delicious) fudge, and then headed back to the motorhome.

Then we headed back to the camp for an evening of watching baseball.  We remarked to ourselves that yet again, it was Providential that we did not drive through the New York City area on a Friday afternoon.  How much safer and easier it was going to be for us driving on Saturday.  We were grateful to have no deadlines and no set itinerary.  These little setbacks always bring us more joy than frustration, as we see and experience places we would have missed otherwise.

God is good, all the time.

2 comments:

Inky077 said...

We had the best time with you two! Hope it isn't long till you come back. :)

We even have a list now for "when Linda and Frank visit" - all the places we forgot about, because we live here lol.

Christene said...

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